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- July 13th, 2007
my entry will simply be a transcript of my journal, about the Monday i had.
well, i finally made my first BIG mistake at work. i mean, so far, i'd just been working with screens and washing and doing sort of menial shit--but the more difficult and less autonomous tasks are easier to fuck up. it was pretty much my first day printing on the manual press. all morning i'd printed Hawaii stuff--and we had a new hire, so i was free from the really, really, bad stuff. this afternoon, i knew we had a 3 part order for a wood crafting company. Rob had made clear to me and mike and baldi that this order COULD NOT get screwed up, because there definitely wouldn't be time to get replacement shirts if anything went wrong. Well, once the colors had been mixed, shirts had been counted, and a pellin had been printed, i was given the go-ahead. I cranked through one order--the first problem was that nobody was catching for me--if someone had been, maybe i could have stopped before i got to the next order. but i was under the impression that everything was okay. I kept printing onto the next order./ Eventually, i guess rob came over and started catching--and realized my prints simply weren't good enough. The prints were getting stretched because the palates i was using still had lots of glue from the last order, and the thin ladies shirts were sticking and getting stretched when i pulled them off. Not only that, but the prints were thin and cracking.
Rob called mike in. Baldi followed. mike sorted through which shirts would be usable--and which shirts just needed to be scrapped. Majority were unusable. geoff was called to contact the customer and inform them as to what happened and if they'd want new shirts. I'd ruined nearly $300 of ladies shirts, which can't be had locally--it would take a couple of days for that stuff to ship. The customer wanted the shirts TOMORROW. while all this was going on, rob said "peter, go acetone screens." yep--i just got demoted. Will i ever print again? who knows. I went to rib five minutes before leaving (instead of washing up) and apologized. I asked," can you please just take the cost of the shirts out of my paycheck," but he responded, "we don't take costs out of employee paychecks," and i explained that i felt awful and wanted to try and fix things as much as i possibly could. (additionally, i'd like to have a chance to print again, since it took a goddamn 3 weeks before he let me) He said,"i don't hold you personally responsible. Yeah, you were the one pulling the squeegee, etc. But it's your first day on the press, and that's why i asked mike and baldi to supervise you..." and rob DIDN'T FUCKING MENTION HOW THEY LET ME FUCK UP! he didn't say, "i'm more disappointed that they didn't do their job," or even," i'm sorry nobody stopped you." NOTHING. Is it because i'm temporary, because i'm young, because what? he DID say that the real person to apologize to was geoff--because the customer is going to give him hell, not me.
what a shit Monday.